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The Dreams Collection - Number Two.
by Thomas Morris
Thomas@leesti.demon.co.uk
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The occasional strobe light flashed above. Loud music was
blasting out of speakers. People were talking loudly to each other,
dancing on the floor with each other, or by themselves, but above all,
singing and having fun. Amid the relative darkness and the loud noise
sat two people.
One of them was - by his own admission - short and fat. To be
more precise, he was about 5'5" tall, and he had a fairly chubby
complexion. The other was almost his total opposite; taller - 6'3" -,
and very slim and slender. The one thing that both thought they had in
common with each other was that both of them felt themselves to be
relatively ... unattractive and basically ugly.
"Not dancing, Darren?" asked the tall one.
"No." replied Darren, the short one. "I don't want to."
"What are you here for then? It can't be fun just sitting
around."
"I don't know myself. I just have to get out more."
"If you don't enjoy it, don't bother. Why become a slave to
your own problems?"
The short one stood up. "I'm going to the toilet." he said.
He walked out. The tall one sat back in his seat, and looked
around. All he saw was people dancing, some kissing, most drinking,
some smoking, all with company. He glanced across the floor. On the
other side he saw two girls, both fairly attractive. He wished he had
the nerve to walk over to them and introduce himself. Yet he had not.
He looked to his right, to try to get them out of his mind.
Standing there, with a Malibu and coke, was a friend of his, Alistair.
"Not dancing, then John?" he asked.
"I just have been." he paused. "You're surprised to see me
here?"
"Yes, slightly."
"Well, I'm only here to get a girlfriend, and to have fun."
"Seen anyone yet?"
"Well, yes. I saw someone a few moments ago. But I'd never go
up to her."
"Nice, was she." Alistair began to get a little fidgety.
"She looked fairly nice, from that distance. Not an absolute
stunner, but pleasant enough. She was with her friend, and I don't
know if there were any boys hanging about them."
"I ... don't think so." Alistair hesitated. "Er, why ... no,
er, what do you look for in a girl?"
"I don't know. Just someone who looks lonely, or just looks
friendly."
"And did this girl look friendly, and lonely?"
"I ... she looked friendly, and I ... she'll have to come to
me for us to meet, so I'll probably never know if she's lonely."
"Er ... John ... er." he hesitated again. "There's someone
standing over you."
John looked up, and to his left. There, standing over him, was
a girl. John quickly turned back to Alistair.
"Oh my god." he said. "That's her."
Alistair walked away. John slowly turned around, and looked at
the girl. She was about the same height as his friend - 5'5" - with
shoulder-length black hair tied in a pony-tail with a green ribbon.
She was wearing a yellow blouse and a blue skirt. Her hands were
behind her back, and she looked somewhat nervous and shy. John smiled,
nervously. So did the girl. There was a long pause.
"Er ... hello." said John, rather shyly.
"Hello." replied the girl. She blushed.
"Sit ... sit down." asked John.
The girl did so, near him, but not exactly next to him.
"Can .. can I get you anything? A drink?" he asked.
"No, I'm OK. Thanks." she replied.
There was another pause. "Look. " said John. "Why have you ..
come all the way .. over to me?"
The girl placed her hands together in her lap. She seemed very
fidgety and somewhat embarrassed. "I .. saw you." she said. "I saw you
from over there, and ... you looked lonely, so I thought I'd ... come
over and ... talk to you."
"Thank you." said John. "That's very nice of you. But ... it
won't be interesting I'm afraid."
"Oh, that doesn't matter." replied the girl. She paused. "It's
better than talking to yourself, isn't it?"
"I suppose so." replied John.
There was another lasting silence. Finally the girl spoke.
"I'm Catriona, by the way."
"Hello Catriona. I'm John."
There was another pause.
"I'm sorry." said John. "It's just that ... no girl has ever
wanted to talk to me before. I don't know what to say."
"I've ... never spoken to a boy like this before." she
replied. "I don't know what to say either."
All around them, the music grew louder, even when the songs
were quiet.
"Music." thought Catriona. "What sort of music do you like?"
she asked John.
"Oh, almost anything." he replied.
"Same with me." she responded.
They fell silent again. Suddenly, a song came on that John
liked.
"Fancy doing a bit of dancing?" he asked.
"Sure." replied Catriona. "I like this song too."
They walked out onto the dance floor, and began to move with
music, and sing loudly.
"I'm not very good at this." said John.
"Nor am I." said Catriona. "But it's fun."
Eventually, the song finished, and lesser music was played.
They both walked back to their seats.
"I think we should get to know each other." commented
Catriona.
They began to talk about each other. It seemed that they were
actually very much alike; both were lonely and reasonably shy. Both
had never really met anyone from the other sex. Both had the same kind
of hobbies - both were sporty and also liked writing - and both never
went out regularly. Indeed, this was only the second time Catriona had
been to a nightclub, and John's third.
After another pause, Catriona was getting blunt. "Do you think
... we should ... get together?"
"What d'you mean?"
"Well, you know ... become ... John, please may I become your
girlfriend?"
Catriona's hand rested on the seat. John grabbed it and held
it very tightly. "Oh, Catriona." he said, with wonder.
"Was that a 'yes'?"
John shook his head sadly, smiling. "Of course it was, my
little poppet."
"I've never ... been taken out on a date before."
"I've never had anyone to take out on a date before." replied
John.
"Just so long as you don't expect sex on the first night."
"Catriona," he smiled, "I don't even expect a goodnight kiss."
They heard the music again - it was a fairly sober song; one
for lovers. Catriona pulled John up, and they began dancing together,
softly and slowly. As the song moved on, they moved in time with the
tune. Catriona placed her hands on John's shoulders; John did the
same.
In the background, Darren had reappeared, and was sitting
down, not looking anywhere in particular. On the other side of the
room, Catriona's friend was watching them dance, and silently sniffed.
A tear of happiness fell from her eye, and into her drink. Darren
suddenly glanced in her direction; their eyes met. As the song
continued, so Darren and the other girl closed in on each other; so
Catriona and John danced closer and closer.
Just as Darren and the girl met, John closed his eyes.
Catriona pulled him closer.
"Hello." said the girl, to Darren.
"Hello." Darren replied. "I'm Darren."
"I'm Caroline, but you can call me Carol."
Catriona's lips lightly touched John's lips. Their arms were
around each other; they were locked in a firm embrace. Their kiss was
long, yet light.
At all of this, Alistair looked on, talking to his friend,
David.
"I never thought it possible." said Alistair.
"Nor I." replied David. "Catriona Deysbrook actually looks
slightly beautiful."
"That wasn't what I meant. I meant the fact that our 'lonely,
shy' friend John has found a girlfriend."
"That's impossible. It must be Darren in drag."
"No, there's Darren ... chatting .. up .. a .. girl."
David paused. "It must be the water." he concluded. Alistair
nodded, and they both got back to dancing and singing.
On the dance floor, Catriona and John were oblivious to it
all. They pulled back from their kiss, and began to talk quietly to
each other.
"Well, there's your goodnight kiss." smiled Catriona.
"May it be the first of many." replied John.
They closed back together again, and gave each other a quick
peck on the lips. They quickly broke off.
"John." said Catriona through clenched teeth. "Everybody's
looking at us."
"No they're not." answered John.
Suddenly, they heard a voice from the edge of the dancefloor.
"Go for it, John." it whistled.
John looked around. They were the only people on the
dancefloor. John blushed, and Catriona pulled him off.
"That was embarrassing, and humiliating." complained Catriona,
from the safety of John's seat in the corner.
"I didn't notice." admitted John. "I was too busy kissing
you."
"Well ..." blushed Catriona. "I do love you." she added,
coyly. She put her hands in front of her.
"Do you want to go?" asked John, quietly. "We could go for a
little walk, alone, in the quiet."
"Thanks. I need it. I need to get out of this place."
They walked out. On the way, they passed Darren and Caroline,
chatting freely to each other.
"Oh, hello Caroline." said Catriona.
"Catriona, meet my new boyfriend."
Catriona, Caroline, Darren and John all were introduced. Then
Catriona left the room, followed by John. They collected their coats
and put them on. Then they walked out.
The night was dark and very cold. Neither of them wore gloves.
Catriona walked on John's left, and had her left hand buried deep
within a pocket of her coat. John's right hand was also in a pocket.
Their other hands were held tightly together, and this kept them
slightly warm.
"Where do you live?" asked John.
"Up near Hillside station. And you?"
"Ainsdale." he replied.
"How are you getting home?"
"I'll phone my parents. They'll give me a lift back."
"No need. I can drive, and I've parked my car in the car park.
I'll give you a lift back."
"Thanks."
They walked on. They could see their breath in front of them.
Catriona reached out and grabbed John's breath, then put her hand in
her pocket.
"Romantic." commented John.
They walked down the road for a way. There were no
streetlights along this section of road. Suddenly, ahead of them, they
heard a voice.
"Give us all your money." it demanded.
Catriona and John looked at each other, and turned around.
However, behind them stood another figure, dressed in black. He
carried a knife. In the space of about five seconds, they were
completely surrounded by men in black, all wielding knives.
"Didn't you hear us? I said - Give us all your money!"
John reached inside his trousers, and retrieved a small pouch.
"Are you giving in to them?" asked Catriona, quietly.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I'd rather be poor than dead. Normally, I would refuse, but
these people have knives."
"You coward!" she screamed. She began to walk away. John
followed her. The knifemen stopped her, and grabbed her.
"Besides." continued John. "If I don't pay the money, they
probably won't release you. And ..." John then turned to the knifemen.
"Prepare for blerch factor five." He then spoke to Catriona. "I would
rather have nothing, and have you, than to live life without you."
John emptied his pouch, and gave the money to the knifemen.
They threw Catriona back, and she collided with John. The knifemen
walked off, behind them. John held Catriona tightly.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm fine." she murmured. "No thanks to you."
"What else could I do?" demanded John.
"You could have run off."
"Catriona, please listen to me. I would rather have done
anything than give away money. However, you were in danger. I was
fearful of those knives."
"I don't believe you. You were ready to give in to them before
I ran off."
"Then believe this." replied John. "May I hold your hand." he
asked.
"No." she said, plainly and simply.
"Very well." replied John. "I shall continue anyway." He bowed
his head low, and then knelt down on the cold pavement, just in front
of her. Catriona turned away.
"All I ask you to do is to listen to me. Then you can walk
off."
"Very well." replied Catriona.
"Catriona ... All right, maybe I did give in to them. But that
was only because I didn't want to get hurt. If I died, where would
that leave you? You would be in amongst the knifemen, and not even a
black-belt in mass murder could have escaped from them. I'm not
strong, Catriona, you can see that much for yourself. But what I lack
in body strength I make up for in love. I have been told I am a very
romantic person. I cannot offer good looks, I cannot offer strength, I
cannot even offer sexual ability - I don't know if I'm any good in
bed, as I've never done that kind of thing before. All I can offer is
love and 100% devotion to you, and you alone. Everything I do is
geared towards you; I love you will all my heart and all my brain."
There was a meaningful silence. Eventually, Catriona held her
hand out to John, and pulled him up.
"What's your answer?" he asked, with resignation.
Catriona held onto his hand tightly, then wrapped her arms
around him. "Oh, John." she said.
"Am I forgiven?" smiled John.
Catriona pulled her face close to John's. She kissed him,
gently.
"I don't care how good you are in bed." whispered Catriona.
"Just keep kissing me, that's all I ask."
John wrapped his arms around her, and they kissed again, long,
soft and slow. After a while, they broke off, and began to walk back
the way they came. They reached the car-park without meeting the
knifemen, and Catriona and John entered her car, and drove off, into
the night, in love, only an hour after a chance meeting in a
nightclub.
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The Dreams Collection - 2
by Thomas Morris
Thomas@leesti.demon.co.uk
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